That's a phrase I see about the place a lot.
But there must be more to it than holding an egg in both hands or doing a star jump on the beach. Lots of live loving seems to take place in the countryside, which would be the opposite of living the life I love. I am very happy that the countryside exists but I don't want to spend any time in it, I don't mind seeing it from the window of a train, but I feel ill at the sight of a cattle grid or a sign with the words passing places - literally not a road I want to go down.
Anyway, part of LTLIL is making the most of what I have, and I like would to spend more time in the dining area, but it's just not cosy enough. I wonder why I don't find it a calm, relaxing space
there are just no clues!
Nope, still not cosy.
So we bought a bin, not for in the dining area but it means rubbish is now in the bin rather than on the worktop that's right next to the dining table.
Dan tidied the Ladderax.
I tidied the sideboard
and made a table runner.
Not maximum cosiness levels, but certainly better than before. Cost so far £5.99 for the bin.